C110

Chapter 110 - Hungry Ghosts

I followed the old hunchback to two wooden huts at the edge of the forest field. I entered one of them and was stunned when I saw what was inside.

There was a door on the floor, and a person was lying on the door, but he was not Old Army. Upon closer inspection, it was actually Ding Minghao!

After a few days of not seeing him, he had become even skinnier and lost all signs of being human. He looked like a skeleton wrapped in skin.

He was lying on the door with his upper body naked. His eyes were tightly shut, but there was still a slight rise and fall in his chest.

To my surprise, the bulge on his belly was gone. All that was left was a pile of wrinkles.

There were actually two inches of cuts on the creases, as if a knife had cut through them. As the black, tainted blood gushed out, the entire room was filled with a pungent smell.

There was a man and a woman in the room. The man was in his fifties, and the woman was only in her early twenties. I didn't know any of them.

I didn't have time to ask why Ding Minghao was here, and since I couldn't see the Old Army left or right, I anxiously asked the old hunchback: "Where is my Old Army Uncle?"

"Xu Huo... "Coming?!"

I was startled by the sudden voice. It's the Old Army!

But why was there only sound?

Where is he?

My heart sank as I shouted with a trembling voice, "Martial Uncle, where are you?"

My mind was in a mess, I even forgot that I had opened a ghost eye, I was afraid that Old Army would only hear the sound and not see him.

"I'm down there..." Old Army's voice sounded once again.

This time, I could clearly hear the sound coming from beneath the door!

I quickly squatted down and looked under the door. I was completely dumbfounded.

There were four bricks on the four corners of the door, and a gap between them and the floor.

Through the gap, he could see the Old Army lying under the door. He was actually completely buried in the ground, with only his face exposed!

"What are you guys doing?" I was in a hurry to move the door.

But Old Army said anxiously: "Hurry and don't move! "I'm sending off the hungry ghosts. If we survive through noon today, we'll be fine!"

"Hungry to death?" I was startled for a moment, then looked at Ding Minghao who was on top of the door, and started to understand what was going on.

The last time Ding Minghao found out about this, I could tell that he was possessed by a hungry ghost. Hungry ghosts were an extremely difficult type of hundred ghosts to deal with. There were even a few who specialized in the Hungry Ghost Dao amongst the Six Paths.

My impression of Ding Minghao isn't very good, so I only drew three Soul Suppressing Talismans for him to suppress the ghost aura, so that he can quickly find an expert to treat him.

Who would have thought that the person he was looking for was Old Army!

Old Army is an army doctor in the early days, whenever he drank too much, he would tell me about his days in the army.

One of the things I am most familiar with is that he saw a ghost sick in the mountains of Vietnam when he was in the defense war against Vietnam.

Old Army isn't someone who likes to brag. I believe everything he says, but he is just some wild and unruly person. How can he be used to deal with hungry ghosts?

And why would Ding Minghao look for him … Why did he come to the forest farm?

The old hunchback crouched down and said to Old Army below the door, "Old brother, can you still hold on?"

"Not bad." Old Army's words were alright, but they were trembling from the sound of these two words.

The old hunchback glanced at me with his single eye before sighing, "It's been three days already, and I only drink some rice soup every day. No matter how good my body is, I can't help it."

"Three days?" I took a deep breath.

It was already late autumn, and the rain continued to fall. Even though he was wearing less and less during the day, he still felt cold during the day, let alone during the night.

Old Army actually buried him in the ground for three days …

"You're just messing around!" It's the first time I'm angry at Old Army.

Looking back at the man and woman, he became even more furious. Most likely, these two were Ding Minghao's family.

F * ck, your lives are your lives, but the lives of others are not?

The old man was already so old, yet he was actually able to see him bury himself in the ground for three days!

I took out the Eight Trigrams Mirror from my bag, drew a Glyph on it, and turned the mirror to look at Ding Minghao.

With just a glance, my heart skipped a beat.

That hungry ghost was no longer on him, so why was the killing intent above his head still so thick?

And from the Eight Trigrams Mirror, apart from the dark clouds covering the ceiling, there seemed to be a red halo attached to it.

I didn't have time to think anymore as I dipped a brush into the cinnabar and drew a talisman on Ding Minghao's forehead and on Qian Ba's chest.

"What do you want? Don't move! " The middle-aged man suddenly grabbed me.

"What the hell? Do you know how old Old Army Uncle is? If he continued like this, he would die! Is your life your life? "

A trace of awkwardness flashed across the man's face, but he still held onto me tightly and said awkwardly:

"It's been three days and it's over in two hours. If you do this now, won't all your efforts go down the drain? "

"Bullshit!" Not even a minute! " Annoyed, I flung myself away from him, but was caught by the other hand.

Young Women pulled on my sleeve and said sternly: "You should be more polite when you speak, why aren't you being reasonable?"

"F * ck your mother!"

I flung her hand away and flipped over the bed along with Ding Minghao who was on it.

The two of them cried out in alarm and quickly rushed over to help him.

When I saw Old Army's face, my tears almost fell.

His face was pale and bloodless, and his lips were cracked.

I was in a hurry to pull him out of the ground when I noticed that he was carrying a tablet with the words' Unnamed Poor Man 'written on it.

I don't know why, but when I saw this tablet, I suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Are you messing around!?" Old Army stomped his feet and said, "If you can hold on for a little longer, this child will be fine.

I helped him into a chair and picked up the card, examining it.

Old Army still wanted to say something, but I threw the spirit tablet on the ground fiercely, "Stop being stubborn! Look at you! You only know how to mess around; there's nothing on the tablet! You were just messing around! "

Old Army was stunned, "Nothing?"

I shook my head, and when I saw that his clothes were soaked through with the moisture of the earth, I quickly helped him to pull them off.

The old hunchback took out a charcoal stove and handed over a set of clothes. "Hurry and change him!" "Hurry up and roast the fire. Warm it up!"

"Dad, I'm awake!"

Following the lady's voice, they saw Ding Minghao opened his eyes.

"Xu Huo, am I alright?" He saw me, too, and his eyes lit up a little more than the last time I had seen him.

I coldly said, "The reason why I helped you save your life by drawing the talisman is because I want you to find an expert to treat you. What are you trying to harm an old man for? "

The Old Army said, "It's none of his business. I helped him myself."

"Why are you doing this? Are you short of money? Tell me about your lack of money! "

"It's not lack of money!" Old Army shook his head, pointed at Ding Minghao and said, "He is my wife's uncle's son."

I started.

The children of his wife and uncle?

"Old Army Uncle, you … You were married? " It was the first time I had heard that he still had relatives.

Old Army waved his hand, "It's already the past, let's not talk about it anymore."

He looked at the spirit tablet on the floor and looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Is that damn thing really not on the spirit tablet?"

"No, you're just messing around!" I snappily said as I handed over the bowl of rice porridge that the old hunchback had brought over to him.

"Brother-in-law, is Ming Hao alright?" the middle-aged man asked.

Seeing Old Army looking at me, I fiercely glared at him again. I walked in front of Ding Minghao and used the Eight Trigrams Mirror to look at his body.

"How on earth did you get into trouble with a hungry ghost?" I put the mirror away and lit a cigarette.

"I don't know." Ding Minghao was at a loss.

I said, "You'd better think about it. The hungry ghost is out of your body for a while now, but he'll come back for you. If you can't persuade him to eat his fill, he will definitely take your life. "

Ding Minghao shook his head with all his might: "I really can't think of any hungry ghosts I've provoked."

As he said that, he looked at Old Army who was eating his porridge and swallowed his saliva.

The old hunchback hurriedly served him a bowl of porridge as well.

Seeing him gulp down the rice porridge like a hungry ghost for eight hundred years, I drew my soul in my heart.

The Old Army was not completely reckless. He buried himself in the ground and let Ding Minghao lie on the door boards for three days because he wanted to use his yang energy to drag out the spirit energy from the ground and eliminate the grudges of the hungry ghosts.

This was a method of transcending the dead in Shamanism.

Logically speaking, such a method should be the most reliable and effective way to exhaust the Yang Qi of a Soul Imp. Why was Ding Minghao still showing signs of being possessed by a ghost?

Where did the hungry ghost go?

Ding Minghao drank two big bowls of porridge consecutively, a tinge of blood on his face. Introduce him, the middle-aged man is his father and Young Women is his younger sister.

Although both sides weren't happy with what happened just now, his father still saw that I was more reliable than the Old Army and humbly asked me how I could cure his son's misfortune.

I didn't even think before saying: There are two ways. First, Ding Minghao can remember where he got into trouble with a hungry ghost, find it, and overstep or eliminate it.

If Ding Minghao couldn't remember, then he would have to wait for the hungry ghost to find him.

"Why would I mess with that kind of thing? Xu Huo, just because Sang Lan and I are classmates, help me, I don't want to die. " Ding Minghao pleaded.

I looked at Old Army and sighed.

Since he was a relative of the Old Army, he didn't care about the rules.

I asked Old Army why he was at the forest ground.

Old Army dryly laughed twice. He said that the hospital found him to be too old and refused to let him work, so he asked someone to get in touch with them and found some work to watch the forest.

Looking at the simple furnishings of the wooden house, I felt a pang in my nose. I took his hand and said,

"Old Army Uncle, stop doing this. You live at my place. If you don't, you live in my house in the countryside. Treat this as you helping me look after my house. I'll raise you."

"Foolish brat, your Old Army Uncle is not old enough for others to raise. Furthermore, how good it is to be here, how free and leisurely. Ordinarily, you would be able to drink with Old Du and play chess.

Old Du was the old hunchback, the other old man that saw the forest field.

Old Army is stubborn, if he says that, there's no use in me saying anything.

I will let him rest well, I will take care of Ding Minghao.

Old Army asked if it would interfere with my work.

I smiled bitterly and said no.

I stood up and wanted to bring Ding Minghao back to back street's shop.

He suddenly asked his sister, "Did you call Zhang Ping and ask her to come here?"

His sister was stunned, then shook her head and said, "No, I was wondering why she was here and why she said such strange things."

"What?" Did you talk to that woman? " The old hunchback suddenly stared with one eye wide open.

Ding Minghao's sister frowned and looked at him in disgust, "She's my brother's girlfriend, he's not some demon or demon."

The old hunchback hit the ground with his staff and said, "I told you not to talk to her. She's not a human, she's a monster!"